"!!"
Looking at Chu Wanning's instantly white face, the teacher seemed to be sad and madly laughing, and he repeated: "Yes, my father ate my mother alive. Live... I was at that time. Nearby, I heard the call and I ran over. I didn't know what was going on. I knocked on the door in a hurry. I asked my mother and I said what's wrong with you. Screaming."
The thin lips opened lightly, and the teacher said: "The door is open."
Dead silence.
Probably like the dead silence after the door opened.
Bloody father. Arm torn fleshy mother.
Like a child whose soul has been split.
nine years old.
Father is already crazy, the flesh and blood of the sphenoid tribe can help people's cultivation, he is about to die of illness because of her, this is what she should repay him!
Together with this evil species in front of you! The evil seed that will make him punished! Evil species!
He stretched out his sticky hands towards the child who was so cold that he couldn't say a word, like a wooden clay sculpture, his eyes were frantic and distorted.
The teacher didn't react at all at that time. He stared blankly at everything in front of him. There was no sadness and fear. He seemed to be drained in an instant, and an empty shell was poked in place.
The man's hand stretched closer and closer, and a drop of warm blood fell down, just on his cheek, like a tear.
He raised his head and stared blankly at this strange ghost.
"Father...?"
"Run!" Behind him, Hua Gui screamed heart-breakingly, "A Nan, run!!!"
One arm was torn apart by the blade, the bones of the legs and feet were broken, and the woman squirmed like a maggot on the ground like a madman. She had an extremely ugly behavior, but she tried her best to crawl towards her husband, trying to grab the man's legs and feet.
"Run!!! Run!! Don't look back! Don't come back!!!! Ah!!!!!!!"
In response to her, the man turned back suddenly and stepped on her face and smashed it down.
Hua Gui turned his head to the side, a golden tear dripped from the corner of his eye.
She tried her best to say, "Run..."
With a click.
Broken throat...
She said run.
So since that day, the teacher has been running, every day, every hour, every day, every night, he ran out of Tianyin Pavilion like a madman, and ran wildly in the vast mountains, he fled, he suffered No, he's going to collapse.
He broke down.
No matter where he fled, no matter how many years had passed, he could hear his mother's shrill scream: "Run! Run!!"
He ran from the deep alleys to the vast wilderness, crossed the golden wheat waves, ran from the depths of darkness to the arrow of dawn to tear the universe apart, the world was tender and crimson.
like blood.
The blood gurgling from her body, the blood dripping slowly from the corner of his mouth.
"Ah... ahhhhh!!!"
He whimpered unconsciously and meaninglessly, his shoes had already fallen off, his feet were frayed and rotten, gravel got stuck in, and blood bubbles formed.
The golden tears finally ran down his cheeks, and he whimpered like a trapped beast as he ran through the reed forest, through the thorns and bushes, and his legs and feet were all cut.
He didn't dare to stop, he didn't dare to see which road was the most comfortable, he only tried his best to run towards the nearest one, he didn't dare to stop, he would die. Stop and die.
He didn't stop.
For more than ten years, I have never dared to stop for a day.
They will die, and the sphenoid tribe will die if they don't go home.
"I was picked up by Master Xue later... I was terrified. At that time, Pavilion Master Tianyin was looking for my whereabouts all over the world. I didn't dare to tell the truth or cry. He asked me where I came from. My parents were there. Where, I lied to him..." The teacher said softly, "Later, he took me back to the top of life and death... After a few years, a sphenoid tribe who had been rescued by his mother finally managed to find me, she has been in As a disciple in Tianyin Pavilion, in order not to be suspected, she destroyed her face with her own hands when she entered the pavilion... She escaped my father's eyes and handed over all my mother's relics to me."
"My mother has collected the magic script records over the years, the famous book of the sphenoid beauty seat, the buds of the eight bitter and eternal hate flowers, and the method she has studied to open the door to the devil world, a thick basket."
Chu nightning slowly closed his eyes: "...So, you went the way she once wanted to go. Do what she used to do."
"Yes, I continue to cultivate the way of Medicine Sect. In order not to arouse the suspicion of the Lord, I used the name Hua Binan when I went out in the mountains in those years."
"Hua Binan's reputation is getting higher and higher, so high that even Jiang Xi noticed me, he reached out to me - I did the same thing as my mother did. It used to be restrained by my mother for so long, but in order to have a place in the world of self-cultivation as soon as possible and get all the things needed to return to my hometown, I agreed to him. Since then, I have two identities, the disciple of the top of the dead and the pharmacist of the lonely moon night. "The teacher paused for a while, "After that, the pavilion master of Tianyin Pavilion died, and Sister Mu took his place. She has been looking for the murderer who killed her adoptive mother... At first, I didn't dare to trust anyone, but in After testing my words a few times, I finally decided to go to Tianyin Pavilion to see her and tell her the whole story."
Speaking of this, the teacher smiled slightly, although the eyes were still cold: "As the teacher sees... I did not bet wrong, she is on my side."
"… "
"Although she is not a beauty seat, she regards my mother as her biological mother, and the beauty seat family as her mother family. She has been helping me all these years."
Help Hua Binan. Help the teacher.
Helping her half-brother.
After the teacher finished speaking, he took away the fragments of the residual porcelain, and then put the mirror back into the Qiankun bag.
The rain outside is like the soul of the sphenoid beauty who has died in vain for tens of thousands of years, tapping on the window, sad and unwilling. There are probably Huagui and Shimei's mother there. She was screaming mournfully, run... run... don't stop, don't look back...
"There is no way out." The teacher finally buried his face and rubbed tiredly, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Master, we have no way out. Whether the human race is destroyed or we are destroyed, this is the only choice. I can't choose the latter."
Like doomsday, like a bayonet, lightning cracks the sky.
The sound of torrential rain, the sound of thousands of horses' hooves, the leaves were soaked in oil, and they fell to the west in the dazzling Huaguang.
Suddenly the door slammed open, and a strong wind wrapped in a startling rain was involved.
The pale thunder light reflected the two people in the hall who were looking back, Mu Yanli stood in front of the threshold, she did not hold an umbrella, she was soaked wet, and her eyes looked extremely confused.
"Anan, there are still thirty rare chess pieces left, and we have already reached the entrance of the Devil's Gate."
Before she could finish speaking, the teacher stood up suddenly, and the fingertips trembled uncontrollably: "What about stepping on Xianjun? Thirty precious chess is just a moment for him, let him do it all and then ..." He said here, and stopped abruptly.
Mu Yanli entered the room, and at this time, she could see that her face was covered with more fear than joy: "I don't know why Ta Xianjun suddenly fainted. And his heartbeat also... "
"also?"
"It is also extremely unstable, the spiritual core flow is collapsing, as if it will never wake up again-"
The teacher was suddenly angry: "Impossible! That is his own spiritual core. I have deployed thousands of times, how can it suddenly collapse, how..."
Paused.
He suddenly felt blessed, as if a certain orifice level had opened, and a thunderbolt smashed through the sky. With the loud noise like the collapse of the world, he slowly turned his head, and with a pale face as if he had seen a ghost, he turned to the couch where his hands and feet were covered. The tied Chu nightning.
"Could it be..." His lips trembled, Kai He, "Could it be... that you did it?"
The sound of violent storms and rain outside made the house more and more silent, as quiet as a tomb, like a dark abyss. The light and shadow of the candlestick are like soul-calling banners and silk, dancing in a resentful and treacherous manner.
In this dead silence, Chu nightning closed his eyes and then opened them.
"…Yes," he said. "It's me."
With a bang, Lei Ting seemed to blow the clouds into powder, and the ground shook. The rain poured down like a waterfall.
The teacher's heart trembled, and he took a step.
"You... you can still... "
"Since you told me about you. Chu nightning's voice is very low, "then I will also tell you about me. "
Teacher: "..."
"In my previous life, my spiritual core was abolished, and I only had the power of Nine Songs, and I didn't know my own background. That's why I was powerless to compete with Ta Xianjun." The golden light on my wrist suddenly rose, and I only heard a crisp sound, and the chain was broken. All the talismans burn!
Chu nightning got up from the couch and raised a pair of phoenix eyes.
"But in this life, the days he has put me under house arrest is enough for me to bury the spell in his heart." When he said these words, there was no expression on Chu nightning's face.
Grief, pain, pity, remorse, nothing, dead calm.
"The spell is eroding deeper and deeper, and will eventually cause his spiritual flow to become disordered and his heart to stop. Your magical weapon will still be destroyed in my hands."
"… "
"…Sorry, Hua Binan. I can't let you guys go home."
The teacher didn't seem to have expected this step of change. His face was whiter than jade and colder than Xuanbing. He stared at Chu Wanning in disbelief, his lips trembling slightly.
"It's over." Chu nightning said, the light in the palm of the hand.
"... You're crazy!!!" Shi Yan looked at the golden light, and suddenly became mad, his eyes splattered with the wildness of a beast, "You want to kill him?! You actually want to kill him... You have the heart - you have the heart!!"
No one could see the emotions flowing in his dark eyes. Chu nightning said: "I have the heart."
"… "
The golden light is getting more and more prosperous, but Chu nightning's face is getting more and more ugly - although he is only a broken branch of Yan Dimu, he has a vague impression of many divine wood spells. Including "Tian Wen Wan Wan's Coffin", also derived from the vague outline in the brain.
He thought it was a coincidence, but later realized it wasn't.
As Shenmu himself, he has been imprinted with many spells by Shennong. As long as he tries his best to recall, he can think of many ancient secret techniques, such as the door of life and death in time and space, such as the corpse splitting technique he used for the first time at this moment.
The corpse-splitting art is related to the battle of gods and demons in the Great Desolation. Legend has it that after the war, the human race on the mainland suffered heavy casualties. Those who survived struggled in the sea of corpses, and soon fell ill with epidemics and diseases... At that time, Fuxi was determined to exterminate the demon bandits, while Nuwa was seriously injured and fell into the beginning. Shenmian Shenmian, only Shennong can save the world.
So, Shennong inserted a towering Yandi wood into the sea of the East Pole, and the divine tree went up to the nine heavens and down to the extreme abyss, with ten thousand kinds of branches and hundreds of millions of flowers and fruits.
"Shenmu, ten thousand coffins."
As soon as the words fell, the roots of the Yan Emperor Shenmu spread from the bottom of the East China Sea, and instantly spread throughout the entire cultivation world! Those thick or slender, rough or soft roots rose from the ground, and the sand fell.
"Crack the corpse, collect the coffin!"
The rhizomes wrapped the rotten corpses on the ground and shattered into ashes... The rotten corpses between heaven and earth disappeared, the ashes became fertile soil, and flowers bloomed on the fertile soil. Yan Dimu completed the first thing it established in the human world, and then its hundreds of millions of roots were recovered to the extreme of the East China Sea.
—
This is the oldest record of Yandi Shenmu in the annals of history.
Chu nightning's eyes were illuminated by the scorching light in his hands.
This is the magic of Shennong. He will, because he is part of Yan Dimu. Now that he activates the magic formula, that person... will soon be wiped out, and there will be nothing left.
Just a corpse.
Chu nightning thought extremely painfully, what is there... reluctant to bear.
"You... Chu nightning, you... "
The teacher stared at him, and his eyes flashed with anger and madness. The two worlds are here, and he can no longer take it easy.
"You stop me!"
Hearing this voice, Chu nightning raised his eyes and looked at him quietly, just like that rainy day many years ago, he saw the child standing under the eaves of the school of life and death.
At that time, he never thought that the identity of the teacher would be the sphenoid beauty seat who escaped from birth.
His initial impression of the teacher came from the words of others. He heard that a new child has arrived at the top of the dead. The child has always been diligent in his homework, but unfortunately, his spiritual core is too weak to perform any spells well. And because of his poor aptitude, no elder was willing to accept him as a disciple, and even Xuanji politely rejected him after testing his spiritual roots.
That year, the rain dripped down the black tiles and the eaves, and the childlike child looked up helplessly, holding a stack of thick books in his arms.
Chu nightning was stunned: "...is it you?"
He recognized the misfit child, and walked towards him with the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.
"Ah, Elder Yuheng." The little guy was startled, he hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, the scrolls piled up to his chin made him crumbling, "Greetings to the elders."
"...It's so late, still in the school?"
"No, no way, there are so many things to see, I haven't had time to finish them all."
Chu nightning lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the "Lonely Moon Night Medicine Sect Baicao Collection".
The child looked a little embarrassed because of this, and the snow cheeks turned red: "I'm stupid, I can only read the content of Yaozong... I don't think Gu Yue Ye is better... "
Chu nightning was a little puzzled, and his eyebrows frowned: "I just read the book, what are you nervous about?"
The child lowered his head even further: "It's the disciple who made a mistake."
The slender body is desperately low, and the appearance of not wanting to attract attention is very pitiful. Chu nightning can't help but think of the conversation that the elders once had-
"That teacher is obedient and obedient, but it's too untalented, it's a pity."
"He's actually not suitable for cultivating, sigh, the Honorable Master doesn't know what to think, why bother to accept someone who has no wisdom roots to practice. If you have mercy on him, it would be good to let him go to Mengpotang to find a job of washing vegetables and cooking."
"But he seems to be interested in Yaozong, Greedy Wolf, don't you consider accepting it?"
Elder Greedy Wolf said lazily, "My temper is too soft, I don't like it, I don't accept it."
An umbrella reached over, and the rain fell on the oiled paper like pearls.
The jade-colored knuckles pinched the handle of the umbrella, and the bones were smoothed. Chu nightning said lightly to the child: "Let's go, it's too late. I'll send you."
A small blooming white wild flower on the eaves trembled, and the teacher froze for a moment, first bowed and saluted, and then hid in the shade of the oil-paper umbrella.
In the slanting wind and drizzle, they went away.
The teacher's eyes were blood red, and his whole person was tensed as if the bowstring was about to break. He shouted angrily: "Chu Wanning! Why do you want to stop me?! What's the use of you blocking me at this point!"
"Everyone who should be killed has already been killed, but it's only the last 30 lives! As long as 30 lives, so many butterfly bones can survive for thousands of years! You can finally go back to the Demon Territory, why are you? Why are you? what?"
The wind and thunder were startled, and he was like a blind dragon with broken claws. There is still the gentle shadow of the past on that face.
"If you destroy Treading Immortal Monarch, those dead monks will not be able to survive. If you destroy him, there is no cure for this world. You... you..."
Chu nightning said: "The punishment of the sky has not yet come, and the door of life and death in time and space will end. This world is indeed irretrievable, but the other one can still be preserved."
"I just want thirty more lives!"
"... One should not be less." Chu nightning closed his eyes, and the brilliance in his palm lit up to the extreme, "Tianwen, ten thousand coffins!"
Just as Shennong once bound a corpse, with his fierce shouting, there was a muffled sound of the earth in the distance.
The palms are suddenly together!
In the distant back mountain, the unconscious Ta Xianjun has been tightly bound by Liu Teng.
The teacher's lips were white, and the pupils were shrunk: "... why are you... so ruthless... "
"… "
"Don't give us our last chance. To kill your own apprentice... I just... I only need thirty lives..."
One is full of corpses, and the other is swayed by wind and rain. After the opening of the Demon Domain, I don’t know what kind of changes will happen. Since ancient times, the demons have been more warlike and bloodthirsty.
Chu nightning is very clear that this is not thirty lives...
Even if it's only 30 lives, who should die? Who should pave the way for the sphenoid tribe's return, and who should sacrifice.
The golden light in the palm is even more blazing, and it is reflected in the eyes of the teacher. The teacher seems to be pierced by the light. He wants to go forward furiously, but a barrier of enchantment is raised in front of Chu nightning.
He can't get through.
Without stepping on Xianjun, Shi Yan is like a butcher who has lost a sharp blade, leaving only a pair of fleshy palms... He and Mu Yan are definitely not the opponents of Chu Wanning.
In desperation, the teacher's eyes were red as if to drip blood. What should he do? What should he do? ! he-
Suddenly, he suddenly remembered something. This made the butcher staggered towards his rucksack, as if facing a beast, and pulled out his last weapon. He gambled the weapon against the man who was determined to ruin his life's calculations.
"Okay, okay. Master, it's you who are ruthless. You... go ahead."
"… "
"Go ahead."
Chu nightning didn't know why his attitude changed suddenly, but he saw him suddenly raised his forehead and raised his head, hahaha laughed, and then suddenly lowered his head and stared at Chu nightning's face, and the words were bitten to pieces: "You can do it, Master. You can smash him to pieces. The big deal is that neither of us will benefit, and everyone will lose badly!"
Mu Yanli looked at him insane, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his eyes, and said softly: "Anan..."
The teacher couldn't listen to any of her words at this time. He held the madness of the last fight before the beast was dying, and he was almost grinning fiercely:
"You kill him—kill him."
"… "
Venom and blood spit out, and Shi Yan's dead black eyes stared at Chu Wanning through his fingers. Word by word.
"Together with the last wisp of the soul in his body that is obsessed with you!"